Sporty Spice




It has been a week of exciting sports, words I may never write again. First, I have been enjoying the Olympics since the stunning opening ceremony last Friday night. The digital projections were gorgeous, and I loved the mass waltzing and the giant fantasy Saint Petersburg. My favorite was the flock of spinning, glowing, jellyfish dandelion dancers that spun like dervishes to Rite of Spring. Yeah, no gays in Russia.

I have friends that have been boycotting the Olympics because of Russia’s policies toward gays. We don’t want your kids! Yes, they are still living with an archaic cold war mentality, and I hope that changes, but to me the Olympics are about coming together…to publicly beat each other up. I think it is a disservice to our American athletes, straight and gay, to not root for them, which I have been doing loudly from my couch. More, it is disservice to the people missing them because they are exciting, and beautiful, and just plain insane, but totally awe and all inspiring.

Second piece of sports that made the news is that potential NFL draft football player Michael Sam came out of the closet. The commentary has been fascinating to listen to, particularly hearing some straight men imagining themselves in gay sneakers for the first time, and how that homophobia might feel. The one thing that most of the media isn’t picking up, which I think is the key element, is that he has had improved performance on the field since coming out. Live your truth to be your best, people. Good for Michael Sam and good for football.

Other words of advice for the week, if you see a little spot on your kitchen ceiling, leave it alone. You cannot clean that one little spot without leaving a bigger spot, which is significantly cleaner than the rest of the ceiling, so now you have to at least clean to the edges. And good luck cleaning that edge to the corner without hitting the wall, which is also clearly dirtier than the now sparkling ceiling. Now you have to do all the walls too, and an entire day is out the window.

Has anybody seen the commercials for Latuda? I’m pretty sure it’s for bipolar disorder but it sounds like a ghetto girl name. “Hey Latuda, take your pills and cheer up, girl!” The commercial is brilliant because of the overlay of symptoms from the drugs, which includes all the basics plus shaking, inability to keep still, and mask-like facial expression! Well that sounds like a nightmare. Poor Latuda.

This weeks star sighting: Will Ferrell at my gym. He is a giant man, and it is hard not to laugh watching his trainer make the big elf do stuff.

Oh, and Happy Valentines Day. Spread some love and eat some chocolate.


Chekhov – Mashed and Spiked



Happy Friday, people. It’s been a busy week.

Wednesday night Albert and I went to the Mark Taper Forum to see Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike. Don’t let the name of the play or the Chekhovian themes intimidate you— this show is hysterical. It won the 2013 Tony award for Best Play for it’s smart, witty dialogue, and this cast mines the material for all it’s worth. Christine Ebersole is perfect in the part that Sigourney Weaver created on stage, and David Hyde Pierce takes over the helm as director. I highly recommend a trip downtown to catch this comedy if you can get a seat.

I have some food reviews for you as well. We finally tried Sycamore Kitchen on La Brea for a weekend brunch. The atmosphere is great, and the food is healthy and delicious, but the line is ridiculous. We stood and waited for over a half hour to place our order, and I can’t quite figure out the delay. It seems like this is the norm, and while the food is yummy, it’s not worth the process.

We also tried Roadside Eats that recently opened at the Arclight in Hollywood. Order one of their (small) sandwiches as a salad and you get a huge, fresh salad topped with your favorite BBQ’d meat for less than ten bucks. The food is delicious and the place could use some business, so check it out!

Friday night Albert and I went to Trannyshack LA at the Dragonfly, which is always a twisted show. Saturday night we headed downtown to the new Ace Hotel to celebrate our friend Shane’s 40th birthday. The beautiful new rooftop lounge offers great views of the city, particularly of the neighboring Orpheum Theater and Eastern Columbia buildings. Our friends Justin and Alberto live in the latter, so we got to do a little Broadway party hopping.

So, I’m at the gym yesterday and I’m waiting at the drinking fountain between Joel McHale from The Soup/Community and Luke Macfarlane from Brothers & Sisters. They are both adorable, so I’m happy to be the meat in their line sandwich. I also linger at the fountain because this is the closest I’m going to get to a make-out session with them, which is creepy, and yes, I don’t care.

I’m walking home from the gym and an insane looking homeless woman catches my eye. She starts to run toward me, and I just smile a friendly “keep your distance” smile, and hope she isn’t a crazy with a knife. She asks if I have a light, which I don’t, and then I wait for her to ask for money instead, which is usually the follow-up question. Instead, she opens up her box of cigarettes, and says, “Can I offer you one?” Well, that’s a horse of a different color. I am totally surprised and I don’t know how to react. I am so appreciative that I almost take one even though I don’t smoke, but I don’t want to use the last of her cancer sticks or catch a mouth disease. I love Hollywood.